Flour sack is struttin' along, when he stumbles upon some kind of crumpled up cloth, like . . . flour sack skin! He steps over and shuffles backward into a strange box. Examining the box, he picks it up and starts to crank the lever on the side. Suddenly, whammo! Some crazy freakshow flour sack from the brain of Steven King pops out and it's all over for this poor, lost soul. He's just another "splatter" on the sidewalk of life. Hope you enjoy ; ).